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grandmother poem

this ancient silver bowl of mine
the air is like a butterfly
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
it was a tall young oysterman
the old west, the old time
look out upon the stars, my love
do i like it
green afternoon serene and bright
in your arms was still delight
in mournful numbers

 



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